She slams her hands down on the table surface, her chair scraping against the floor as she immediately stands up,
putting her hands on her waist with the exact look of a mother who is about to drill some sense into her child's head. I inwardly snicker.
"I cannot believe you right now! I thought you have gone past being lovesick and pathetically romantic?" Her eyes are narrowed as she seethes. They feel like the sight of a rifle aimed at me. "You really love heartbreak tears don't you?" She is taking this a lot more seriously than I thought. I thank goodness and my lucky stars that it's a joke. Otherwise I would be choking on my own breath right now from how she is scolding me. "It's a joke! I didn't forgive him. I'm not that stupid." I say with a mouthful of potatoes. The mad glint in her eyes softens only just a little.
"Are you sure?"
